Tsanja was not completely isolated. Poe made a number of visits, and always ensured that they spoke quietly, and in low light, so that Madeleine could...see little and hear nothing of what was said. The mirror had been a family heirloom, and Poe obviously knew what Madeleine was doing. Poe even made to appear quite affectionate to Tsanja, and smiled at her, but Madeleine saw through this as a transparent ploy. It would not make her hate Tsanja any less.Tsanja's seduction of Penn had been even. They were not as lucky there as the bus was filled with vacationers. 40 people lost their lives with many more injured at the bus stop while waiting to board.On the international front another luggage bomb detonated at Heathrow International Airport. The luggage had exploded on the luggage carousel. There were only four deaths but heavy damage to the terminal. It brought the airport to a complete halt. The bags on the carousel had already been inspected for explosives and contraband.Planes were. Helen managed to catch her sister’s eye and motioned that she was ready to leave. Heidi, still engaged with Ty and company, nodded back and appeared to be saying her goodbyes.An overwhelming sadness gripped her as she walked over toward her husband. There was a finality to this moment that shook her to her core. She had done him wrong, time and again, and it seemed like there was nothing she could do to make it right. Every decision she made only proved to make a bad situation worse. It was. “Is that what you read mostly?” Thoughts: Or do you read fuck books? I doubt it. “Like I said, I was bored. I was getting ready to leave and then—well, something made me change my mind, and just before I sat down with you, I found the book I wanted. I decided to check it out and read it at home, which is why I was reading mags.”Her thoughts: I almost told him I was looking at him and wanted to jump on him. But that would be too, too brazen. He’d think I was a slut. “What book were you looking.